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Chapter 77: Attacks on Play

Rue Scarce

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"Favorite color?"

"I don't particularly have one." I replied.

Aren then looks at me thoughtfully and clicked his fingers.

"Okay, from now on your favorite color is burgundy red."

He suddenly decided for me.

"How so?"

"Let's say it's a gut feeling. You look like the burgundy red type of person." He laughs and I gave him a deadpanned look.

He didn't even make any sense.

"If you're gonna ask what's mine, it's navy blue."

Of course, it's obvious enough.

I thought as I glanced at his hair.

"Okay, you next." He gestures to me.

We've been at this for at least half an hour. I already finished my dessert but it didn't look like my companions are ready to leave yet so I decided to play along with Aren who keeps me company until now.

"I don't think your hair is originally black." I say and he gives me a small smile whilst shaking his head.

"Sweetheart, I told you that's not a question. It's an opinion."

I'm being careful with my choice of words since last time I checked my questions usually involves my line of work, especially when I torture people, so I'm nowhere near good at this.

Asking ordinary people with ordinary questions is certainly harder than killing a noisy target.

"Let's take it this way then. You're asking me what color my hair naturally was, is that okay?"

I nod my head at this as I drank a glass of water.

"You're right, it isn't black. My hair was naturally blonde and since working here I've been dying it in this color."

He brushes his hair and with curious eyes I watched the locks of his hair moving softly.

"Want to touch it?" He asks.

I didn't say anything but he slowly lowered his head and I instinctively touched the strands of his hair.

It felt soft. Probably softer that I had thought but Vindik's hair is apparently softer.

Vindik.

"What do you think?" He hums.

Suddenly distracted from my trail of thoughts, I gripped his hair and he grunts at this.

I instantly let it go a second later.

"What was that for?" Aren rubs his head with a frown on his face

"I'm sorry. Did it hurt?" I asked with concern laced in my voice.

Instead of scowling at me, Aren gave me a bright smile.

"It didn't. Don't worry about it."

It's not alright for me. What is wrong with me? Thinking of Vindik at a time like this?

"Anyway, my turn. Are you a part of the family that held this cruise?"

"No actually. I work for one of them."

"What kind of work?"

I cleared my throat.

"I believe it is my turn to ask, Aren." With this his lips formed into a smirk.